• Català

The white milk of the moon
I drink it very slowly.
I devore flowers one by one,
at the table, like a game.
Jealous of it, a cloud gets cracked.
Drops of pearl colour
splash my nose and my hair.
And I leave. I close down
and I shut myself in my island
of the red lilies.

Book: Agonia de llum

• Català
• Castellano

I have loved very much and I still love very much.

I say it happy and even a little surprised
for all that love which makes everything clear.

I’ve loved very much and I will love much more
without any law of consideration neither restrictions
that cuts me down the deep pleasure
that many people will say incomprehensible.

I say it happy: I have loved very much and more
I have to love. I like everybody knows it.

From the clear altitude of this body
which provides me the baffle and the answer
when desire demands plenitude,
from the intensity of a look
either from the scum of a single kiss
I proclaim my love: the genuine.

Book: Estimada Marta

• Català
• Castellano

Let’s create the battalion of those that never go back
and only a kiss will take them prisoners,

let’s create the battalion of those who brake bars
and only a kiss will knock them down.

Let’s create the battalion of the vanguard soldiers:
the first kiss it has to be for the firsts.

Book: La gesta dels estels

• Català
• Castellano

Oh, love, if you would walk
under the olive tree,
that the moon is playing
hide and seek on the lawn!

Of course I will walk
under the olive trees,
full of olives and love,
oh, those pockets of wind!

Leaves above and kisses,
rain in the air full of branches,
small olives of love,
oh, such a bitter taste!

Oh, such a bitter taste
the tiny love on my teeth!
The olive trees are left naked
by the silk hands of the wind.

Book: Sal Oberta

• Català
• Castellano

I expect marvels
at every corner
There is happiness
in the air
The sun fills
my eyes.
My omen
is a line
against the sun
a spot
on the horizon

Book: Foc a les mans

I live
andlive agajn
every poem,
every word.

I love life
so much
that I make it mine
over and over.

Book:El blat del temps

• Català
• Castellano

I am grateful to fate for three gifts: to have been born a woman,
From de working class and an opressed nation.
And the turbid azure of being three times a rebel.

Book:Cau de Llunes

• Català
• Castellano

She’s the woman who remains silent but keeps on looking:
She looks at her children come and then leave home
She looks at her neighbours making love on the sofa.
She remains silent when her husband is late
With a lie in his pocket.
She’s the woman hiding behind the curtains
Who looks at her life go by.
She picks up life’s little pieces, she gives them to everybody
But she doesn’t dare to keep any for herself.

Book:El vent de les andanes

I’m the woman who’s thirsty of life,
Who’s not happy with just looking and remaining silent,
I’m the woman who goes out onto the street,
Who screams, who runs, who speaks up,
Who laughs, who loves and who doesn’t hide.
Life for her is becoming so short…

• Català
• Castellano

Raising up both hands
towards the moon,
we open a window
in a closed up sky.

Heiresses of those women
burnt yesterday
we light a fire
with ruin and fear.
Witches will come
of all ages.
They will throw their brooms
to burn in the fire,
tubs and kitchen cloths,
soap and linen blue,
pots and pans,
scourers and nappies.

We will throw our brooms
to burn in the fire,
pots and pans,
linen blue and soap.
And the ashes it leaves
we will not change
for gold, iron,
sceptres nor daggers.
Born from the flames
we will only have life
as a weapon and shield
in our hands.

Smoke will draw
the beginning of History
like joyful ivy
surrounding our body
and it will be rainy and sunny
and we will dance to the rhythm
of new songs
the earth will receive.

We will vindicate night and
the word WOMAN.
And then the tree of freedom
will grow.

Book: Bruixa de dol

• Català
• Castellano

Women, come down, come
to dance on the grass.
Let’s decorate our balconies
and dig the earth.
Let’s fill it with rain and sunshine.
;Let’s defend it with our teeth,
so the tree of freedom
may grow.

Let us sow there
The seed of green tenderness,
the wheat of excitement,
adventure and mint
and when it all blossoms
let’s announce it everywhere,
so the tree of freedom
may grow more and more.

Bearing wihin us
the flame of that riot
let’s put up our flags
at the top of the tower.

Flags that show the colours
of a new joy,
so the tree of freedom
may bloom.

We will free pigeons
to begin the celebration
and we will invent new roads
in skies without borders.
There will be hostels everywhere
and we will invite everyone
to taste the fruit from
the tree of freedom.

Book: Sal obertal

• Català
• Castellano